You Can Call Me Joker…I’m Only Laughing On The Outside is a veritable conrucopia. When I opened up this 1956 Hudson brochure, I couldn’t help but be struck by what looks like a lascivious and deadly leer from the Hornet. And one that looks downright familiar:

I have given a name to my pain, and it is…Nash.  I’m only laughing on the outside / My smile is just skin deep / If you could see inside I’m really crying / You might join me for a weep.